Word Press Photo Challenge: On Top

Other animals feel the same way. Maybe they feel safer if they are on top.

To be on top signifies power, visibility, and with-it-ness. Seldom is there a church or a government without a spiral or a dome. We look up to and admire the tops of those buildings.

Here is a church tower I saw at the picturesque town of New Castle, DE

This Bostonian Congregational or Puritan church, the Old South Meeting House, where Boston’s citizens met and demanded their rights from the British officials has an aspiring top.

Governor Samuel Adams presided over building the new Massachusetts State House in 1795. At the time leaders claimed that this beautiful building held the top, most prominent position in the nation. Notice the gold dome. No one knows how much it cost; they probably paid top dollar for it.

Workers like to be on top of their work.

Supervisors like to be even higher. We stood on top of a bridge at the Pennsylvania Railroad Museum overseeing the work of these workers chipping ice into the cooler car.

Manny is growing up to be a top-notch bear. He loves to climb on top of things. Hal suggested that he needs velcro to stay on top. Maybe that’s what we all need. What do you think?

23 thoughts on “Word Press Photo Challenge: On Top”

It’s interesting: both cats and birds like to perch up high, although in my neighbourhood, where there are occasionally bald eagles overhead, my cat only likes to be up high if there’s some sort of cover overhead…

Manny insisted that I put him back into my blog, even though he has his own now. He is on his way to Darla’s house in OK now. Then he has been promised a trip to China. So he’s going to be a busy bear. 🙂

I don’t have any “on the floor” cats. They will lie on the ground, but they are happier on something – the chair, the roof, a box, you name it! 🙂 It’s a good thing we have lawn furniture. 🙂 How is San Diego looking?

I, Sirfelion, am planning a trip out to San Diego, sometime in May, to check it all out. Will have two cameras going. SmilingToad wants me to interview the surfer crowd at the various beaches. We have too many pets to take care of and expenses to both come out, alas. Autumn thinks I will cover a lot more ground checking it all out! Looking forward to it.

She is probably right, but it would be more fun for you to have her along. And San Diego is SOOOOOOO beautiful. My dad lived there for a few years before he died. So let me know when you are coming. I don’t know that I can get down to SD, but Russel Ray lives there, and he’s a great one for showing bloggers a great time. I met him and Jim when I was down there with my group of history friends. We had a great time. I have a meeting in Oakland on May 17-18th. I’ll tell you all the great places to visit, though! Balboa Park is the main “must see,” in my book. You could spend all week there just going through museums. Read russelray2photos blog for a few weeks before you go. 🙂

Thanks for the contact of Russel Ray. We have had a change of plan and am working to get an interview, or an informational interview in a coveted company there, before I come out. Meanwhile, we will be looking into Russel Ray’s blog for more info on SD!

We certainly will keep you informed. I had a new lead come to me from LinkedIn, here about town. So am looking at that. The lead has a branch office in San D. so that is very exciting to work that angle.

Surprisingly, it appears that you can get at least a year, or more, of temporary residency in Mexico, just 18 miles south of SD. A quick look there reveals 4 bedroom house for rent, less than here in FL for my 2 bedroom duplex! Helps with making a job work there. Sadly, the lead seems to have fallen silent. Am working on LinkedIn to get that in shape.

I will. No, it is not easy, but I did hear the economy is finally getting better. Yes, I have been helping another person down here in FL, and of course Autty. I don’t feel motherly, though! I will let Autty know she is missed.

My husband’s son told me when I married his dad nearly 20 years ago, “I don’t need you to be my mother. My dad is my mother.”

I wasn’t kind, I’m afraid. I told him that I was sorry that he didn’t have a mother, and that I wasn’t going to try to play that part, but that his dad is a dad, not a mom. Over the years, he’s proven that time and time again as we have argued about how to raise “our” adult child. He’s 44 now. Still not totally raised!